This was the perfect arrangement. On Friday afternoon we picked up Hamsty's cage from the classroom and were informed that he had clean wood shavings. All we had to do was feed him and give him water, and return him Monday morning! No cleaning the cage. No cleaning the pet. No vet trips (hopefully). No expense. No time to smell. Perfect.
My biggest worry the whole weekend was Gunnar. As I told Damon, "I don't trust him any further than he can throw Hamsty." Fortunately, there were no incidents. We did catch Gunnar trying to get the lid off the cage a few times, but someone was always ready to intervene.
The kids were delighted and enchanted with our weekend visitor. They had plenty of opportunities to hold him, let him out onto a towel for playtime, and generally show him off to anyone who happened to come to our front door.
It was a complete success and Hamsty was happily returned to the classroom Monday morning. We may even have him over again. (I hear there's a line-up, though--other parents must know "the secret.")Epilogue: Sadly, Hamsty died about two weeks ago during lunchtime. Cause of death: suspected hamstercide by a fellow classmate who reportedly was squeezing Hamsty earlier in the day. Adah's teacher had all of the children paint a rock to place over the grave under a tree near the school where they had a small service. The class voted to have everyone donate 50 cents each to go towards purchasing a new class hamster.


Here's what happens when you let your children help you shred documents:


